I swear, I'm not crazy

      First time writer. Constructive critisicm. (is that how it's spelled?) No flames, please. This is a work of fiction (obviously) and any resemblance to a real person or real work of fiction was purely accidental.

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           "Napoleon Bonaparte was Emperor of the French from 1804 to 1815..." I zoned everything out, I'ld get the notes after from my recorder. I hate to say it, but I'm to god damned tired to listen to Mr. Zulch drone on about a short dude who started a war. My name is Alexandra Evans. No, not Lily Evans like in Harry Potter. Evans as in my mom Maggie. Yes, mom, my dad left when I was little. No pity, please. The bell rang and I shoved everything into my backpack before I left. I speed walked out to my to car and threw my bag into the back. I opened the drivers door, well I tried to. Gritting my teeth, I tugged.

         "Come on, come on, you stupid car." I growled and yanked once more, the door flew open, slamming into me. I fell backwards and stared at the handle. You could see my hand prints. That was new. I stood up, brushed my bottom off and rolled my eyes as I heard the laughing. I climbed into the car, grabbed the windowsill and slammed the door. I looked at the window again, my hand was imprinted on it.

              "What the hell is going on?" I asked, eyes wide in disbelief. I faced my steering wheel and stuck the key in. Turning it, the engine started before dying. I slammed my palm against the steering wheel before trying once more, it worked!

            "Thank you, Eliza. I'm sorry I called you stupid. You're not, are you? Good car." I patted the dash before pulling out. Yes, I talk to Eliza. Yes, I named her. I swear, I'm not crazy. I came to the grocery store I worked at. I parked and walked inside. I was told to go to the cash register and relieve Anna, she was pregnant. We smiled at each other and she waddled to the chip aisle before paying and leaving.

          "Alex! Get in here!" The boss shouted. I trotted in and peeked around the door. He beckoned me foward. I stopped in front of his desk.

           "Alex, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to let you go. Here's your last paycheck." He handed it to me.

           "May I ask why?" I raised a brow.

            "That's not important." His eyes wouldn't meet mine.

            "It's because my mom's not fucking you anymore behind your wife back isn't?" I smirked as he busied himself at his desk. I rolled my eyes and left, dropping my apron on the floor.

             "Wait. You can stay. On one condition." The boss said.

             "What?" I asked, looking over my shoulder.

              "You take over for your mother." He said, striding foward and putting a hand on my back. I drove my elbow into him and flipped him over my shoulder.

            "Pervert." I said and walked out. I started my car and drove back to the school to fetch my best friend, Spencer. I waited for a few minutes, before I stepped out and sat on the hood with my Alegbra homework. I had been doing it for about seven and a half minutes before Spencer came out. He snuck up behind me and slammed his palms against the hood. I jumped and screamed. He doubled over laughing.

         "Spencer you bastard!" I shouted, putting my things into my bag.

         "Oh, that was priceless, it was so, so, so cute and funny." Spencer continued laughing and I shoved him into the car. I slammed his door closed and stalked over to my side. I fought with the door again and ended up on my butt. Spencer reached across the seats and held out a hand. I took it and jerked it back. There was a shock buzzer on it.